Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

802. Wink

The upstairs hallway was lined on both sides with pictures.She walked past little memories, all stitched together in a way that approximated a life.She hardly noticed them because she knew them by heart.Then a picture of her Aunt Peg winked at her.